When you look upon baroque/renaissance masterpieces, palaces, castles, etc., what do you think? I see greatness, a will to do more than the bare minimum, a symbol of cultural strength. When I look at the art deco buildings in NYC, I see the same will to do more than what was necessary. I see the boring rectangular minimalist monoliths next to them and feel nothing but contempt and sadness.
Look at Rome. Thousands of years since those structures were built and yet they still stand proudly, reminding the world of the men who built them, of their strength and determination. When I see the quaint houses in Tuscany, or the canals of Venice, I see a monument to history, to the people that lived there.
When I see a modern strip mall, or a minimalist McWendy King, I am reminded of the brutalist structures of the USSR. Devoid of personality, no beauty, just a utilitarian, bland box. There is no statement made, no inspiration, no evidence of a distinguishable culture. Only an eternal present, no past, no future.
Beauty is the enemy of evil, because beauty inspires men to be more than simple animals. It motivates us to achieve greatness, like building the Sistine Chapel, or going to the moon, or composing Clair de Lune.
Anyone that attempts to remove, erase, or replace beauty with inferiority and dullness is ontologically evil, for they seek to destroy the light within humanity itself.
And why wouldn't it?
When you look upon baroque/renaissance masterpieces, palaces, castles, etc., what do you think? I see greatness, a will to do more than the bare minimum, a symbol of cultural strength. When I look at the art deco buildings in NYC, I see the same will to do more than what was necessary. I see the boring rectangular minimalist monoliths next to them and feel nothing but contempt and sadness.
Look at Rome. Thousands of years since those structures were built and yet they still stand proudly, reminding the world of the men who built them, of their strength and determination. When I see the quaint houses in Tuscany, or the canals of Venice, I see a monument to history, to the people that lived there.
When I see a modern strip mall, or a minimalist McWendy King, I am reminded of the brutalist structures of the USSR. Devoid of personality, no beauty, just a utilitarian, bland box. There is no statement made, no inspiration, no evidence of a distinguishable culture. Only an eternal present, no past, no future.
Beauty is the enemy of evil, because beauty inspires men to be more than simple animals. It motivates us to achieve greatness, like building the Sistine Chapel, or going to the moon, or composing Clair de Lune.
Anyone that attempts to remove, erase, or replace beauty with inferiority and dullness is ontologically evil, for they seek to destroy the light within humanity itself.